It's not that I don't like dogs, it's just that right now I need a dog like I need to shove another box of twinkies down my throat. But it looks like the mutt is here to stay, so I guess I ought to properly introduce him.

Meet Oz.


He's part boxer, part lab. He's also a screen eater (we're up to three now - the back porch door, one panel of the screened in porch and the front door, too.) And he's a grass eater which, in turn, makes him a puker. Oh, and let's not forget he's a runaway. Who came back.

After three days.

The girls are over the top in love with him. They refer to him as their brother. Me, I refer to him as a pain in my ass, but maybe when he learns to stop eating my house and puking in it, then maybe we can be friends.

All I can say is that Chris is gonna owe me for this one. BIG TIME! I'll be playing the "but you brought home a dog without telling me" card for at least a couple years.

Now, will someone please pass the box of twinkies?